Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

The divine lowered its red eyes, gazing upon the blood-soaked earth. The harsh battle had finally ended, with the Putun warriors returning with severed heads. Over three hundred bodies of Xiu warriors lay scattered, stretching southward. The Kingdom's warriors raised their weapons, cheering and shouting. They laughed and prayed, celebrating a great victory after the bloodshed!

"Praise the Supreme Main God! We fight for the divine, we die for the divine, winning the victory granted by the War God!"

After praying, the Kingdom's warriors bowed their heads, beginning to count their fleet's casualties, saving their own wounded, and then sacrificed the captured enemies. This short but fierce battle claimed over ten Prepecha Warriors, over ten Silver Raven warriors, and over thirty Putun warriors. In just a few quarters of an hour, over sixty lives were lost!

In the distant lands of Maya, away from the alliance, the Kingdom warriors would show no mercy for any captured enemies.

"Haha! The blessing of the Chief Divine! This is the leader of the Maya Divine Descendant! I, Puapu, charged into the midst of hundreds of Maya warriors and personally severed his head!"

Puapu was elated, shouting loudly. He was covered in blood, wearing copper armor stained red, holding aloft the head of Prince Xiutur, boasting about his wartime achievements in front of the warriors!

"Blessings of the Chief Divine! Captain Puapu, you led the charge several times, your bravery was unmatched, as if the Black Wolf General was within you!"

The Kingdom warriors thumped their chests, respectfully saluting their captain. The Kingdom honored its warriors most, and today, Captain Puapu's courageous performance truly impressed all the warriors. Even Silver Raven warrior Osprey and Short Spear warrior Mokai were wholeheartedly convinced by him!

"Haha! You all fought well too! Once back on the ship, I'll give you each a bag of gemstones! When the fleet returns to the Kingdom, there will surely be great rewards from His Highness!"

"Praise the Chief Divine! Praise His Highness! Praise the Captain!"

The Kingdom warriors praised continuously, shouting excitedly. Only Chief God Priest Tomate kept a stern face, presiding over a simple post-battle prayer.

"...The blessing of the Chief Divine! Praise Them, granting us victory in battle!"

Next, without a word, Priest Tomate stood before the small pyramid temple, gazing at the "allies" converging at the edge of the Southeast Jungle.

The Maya tribes emerging from the southeast, with the cooperation of the ship's tribal warriors, had already routed the rear guard of Xiu warriors. They dispatched over a hundred people, looting over the bodies of the Xiu warriors, collecting everything from damaged wooden armor to broken stone spears, unwilling to discard anything. If they encountered a dying Xiu warrior, they mercilessly slit their throats, leaving no survivors!

At this moment, led by over ten noble warriors, the remaining over two hundred tribal warriors were quickly approaching the Kingdom's forces. Most of these tribal warriors were bare-chested, holding simple stone spears. As for the leading noble warriors, they wore only crude wooden armor pieces on their front and back, topped with old war clothes marked with a large snake pattern. Compared to the warriors of the Xiu family, this equipment was pathetically poor!

"Huh? Where did these jungle-dwelling Mayans come from? Each one looks like a featherless turkey..."

Old militia Chiwaco, wearing leather armor and holding a long spear, stood beside Priest Tomate, observing the approaching Maya tribes. Soon, in the last glow of the sunset, he noticed the familiar family crest on the opponents' war clothes, and his brows immediately furrowed.

"Oh! Is this?"

"Hmm. Indeed!"

Priest Tomate nodded, gesturing towards the approaching Maya warriors, then pointing to the Mayan merchant Tikalo, who was steps away, remaining silent.

Tikalo was wearing a robe with the same family crest. At this moment, he sat slumped on the ground, his clothes torn, face in disarray, with a wound on his arm still seeping blood, and no one to bandage him. He pursed his lips, smiling slightly, sitting quietly, watching the approaching Maya warriors, looking both like a fallen sage and a destitute elder.

Over two hundred Maya warriors stopped, a few dozen steps away, not getting closer. Puapu, leading the main body of warriors, donned armor, and held their weapons, warily facing the "allies" from earlier.

Subsequently, a young Maya Divine Descendant with long snake-like hair and face tattoos, and a nose ring, strode out from the crowd. He approached Tikalo, examining Tikalo's smiling face in the fading evening light. After a few moments, the young Maya Divine Descendant's expression turned to excitement and joy. He revealed his divine teeth embedded with gemstones and shouted at Tikalo on the ground in ancient Mayapan.

"Uncle Tikalo! You have returned!"

"Ti'aj Kin, my nephew, the last sun of Mayapan, you have grown!"

Tikalo laughed, joyfully. In the Maya language, "Ah Kin" means the most revered sun. Sitting on the ground, he looked at his nephew's esteemed and mature divine face, and then at the tattered and outdated war clothes of the Mayapan warriors, and laughed as tears streamed down.

"It's been over ten years! ... I have finally returned here, seeing all of you!..."

"Hey! What are you two mumbling about?"

Huitu Puapu raised an eyebrow, watching the tearful reunion of the two, finally realizing something was amiss. Holding the head of Xiutur, he stepped closer, examining the excited Maya Divine Descendant, and then looked at the slumping Maya merchant.

"Hmm? You two look a bit alike? Except one is bald, the other tattooed. Could it be..."

Puapu scratched his head, pondering Tikalo for a moment, suddenly had an epiphany.

"Tikalo, I see, is this the seed you left in the Maya?!"

"...Puapu, you fool!"

Old militia Chiwaco, holding a long spear, walked up to the three of them. He had already learned the ins and outs of the battle from Priest Tomate. At this moment, he reversed the spear handle, wishing to strike Puapu twice, to vent his inner anger.

"Chief Divine grant me peace! Let me see the truth of the world, and find my way in the chaotic jungle!"

Priest Tomate closed his eyes, praying devoutly, calming the fire in his chest. Then, expressionless, he walked directly to Tikalo, helping him up with an extended hand.

"Tikalo, I have a few questions that I want you to answer! These answers will be witnessed by the Chief Divine and will determine your future fate."

"Chief Divine as witness! Respected Priest Tomate, I will speak everything without reservation and follow your arrangements."

Tikalo smiled sincerely, with an expression of complete honesty.

"Very well!"

Priest Tomate nodded heavily. He pointed at the Divine Descendant's severed head in Puapu's hand, which couldn't be closed in death, and then at the Maya warriors wearing large snake patterned war clothes. Finally, he looked at Maya merchant Tikalo, his expression extremely serious, coldly asking.

"Who is he? Who are they? ... And who are you?!"